Peace Order

Chapter 1803 - 81: New Year’s Money

"Especially me!"

"Not to brag, but I’m really liked by the children. Be careful, Ning’er might forget about you all, so don’t go too far. Actually, it’s because I might not be so good at taking care of kids."

"But with Aunt around, there’ll definitely be no problem."

Li Guanyi wore a gentle smile, his relationship with Ji Zichang was exceptionally good.

Ever since that drunken night years ago under the big tree at the Academy.

As for now, Prince Qin rules the region.

He set down the new year’s money and wrote: "I’ve found a few pieces of jade for the child as gifts."

"Ahem, can it offset a portion of the new year’s money or something?"

"These are good things after all!"

"Anyway... I hope for days of peace on earth."

"Pharmacist Li and Chang Wen can still drink together, I’ll wait for you under that big tree, and we can get drunk again."

"The world is vast, Lord, you may go as you please!"

"No longer will you be restrained."

Li Guanyi put the items down, but at that moment, suddenly a faint scent of blood wafted through, Prince Qin raised his brows and coldly said:

"??? Who!"

"Amitabha..."

The old monk’s Buddhist chant, Prince Qin glanced at the living Buddha of Central Earth and the Purple Sun Master, then immediately saw the disoriented Ji Yanzhong, and also, the child tightly held in Ji Yanzhong’s arms.

Li Guanyi’s smile froze.

The sound of Dragon Roar almost exploded.

Ji Yanzhong saw a flash before his eyes, and in an instant, Prince Qin appeared before him, his robe billowing, eyes slightly widened, his face held an enforced calm, saying: "...Ning’er."

He looked towards Ji Yanzhong and asked: "What happened?!"

Ji Yanzhong looked at Prince Qin, using a tone so calm and numb he couldn’t even react to it himself, he said: "Your Majesty."

"Jiang Wanxiang has forced the palace."

"The Red Emperor set himself on fire, severing the imperial lineage of the Red Emperor’s line."

Prince Qin’s expression was wooden, and he asked: "Where’s sister-in-law?"

Ji Yanzhong replied: "Noble Consort Wen went with His Majesty."

He lifted his hands: "This is his wish, for you to protect Ning’er."

Prince Qin didn’t know how he managed to reach out and hold the child. He found himself extraordinarily calm, with no emotional waves in his mind, only a sense of detachment and apathy, as if his Primordial Spirit was watching his body in action from above.

Ji Yanzhong took out a scroll from his arms, touched it, the old man said:

"This was from His Majesty to you... no."

"This is the last thing from His Majesty."

Prince Qin remained still, Jin Qi flowing, the scroll unfurled, with only a dozen simple characters inside.

[The world is vast, take as you please.]

[From now on, no longer bound.]

[Pharmacist, claim the throne.]

Prince Qin quietly gazed at the words, Ji Yanzhong didn’t see any emotional fluctuations from him, only Prince Qin carefully holding Ji Ning’er. The child woke up, looked at him, and suddenly said: "Ah, you are godfather!"

Prince Qin looked at the child, saying: "Yes, such a good kid, how did you know?"

Ji Ning’er happily said: "Daddy and mommy told me, they were right! There really is powerful Immortal Law."

"Immortal Law?"

"Mm!"

Ji Ning’er nodded vigorously, her smile radiant: "Daddy and mommy gave me something very sweet to drink, saying it was a treasure from the immortals, as long as I ate it, I could sleep, and when I woke up I would see godfather."

"Then, daddy and mommy said they were going to play hide-and-seek with me."

"They’ll quietly disappear, wanting me to find them slowly."

"Godfather, godfather, I found you!"

"You’re so amazing!"

"Hmm, you can definitely accompany me to find daddy and mommy."

Ji Yanzhong lowered his head, gentle and kind, yet in the end just an ordinary old man, crying with a heart cut like a knife, the old monk pressed his palms together, unable to listen any longer, the Purple Sun Master merely sighed.

Prince Qin’s voice was gentle, saying: "Hmm, did they say anything else?"

Ji Ning’er pondered seriously, then suddenly laughed: "Yes! Daddy said there’s a gift for you too, saying godfather should take good care of Ning’er, a lot."

She asked Prince Qin to stretch out his hand, placing something mysteriously into his palm.

Prince Qin opened his hand, and there lay a Copper Coin.

New year’s money.

He was taken aback.

All those grand affairs of the world, the turbulent waves, the courageous, heroic, domineering things suddenly dissipated. He stared at the Copper Coin in a daze, as if hearing whispers, feeling the simple emotions.

May you be safe year after year, year after year, safe.

Protecting the year, protecting the year.

Prince Qin opened his mouth, not knowing why, this Copper Coin seemed like a knife, that constrained, suppressed emotion burst like a flood, his heart clenching painfully.

His body trembled, tears uncontrollably falling down his face.

Yet Prince Qin had to grit his teeth.

Left and right heads lowered, none dared to look up at the overlord-like figure, only the little child was puzzled, reaching out a hand to wipe the tears from his face, comforting: "Godfather, godfather don’t cry."

"Is it hurting somewhere? Blow on it, no pain, no pain."

"It doesn’t hurt."

Li Guanyi was tear-stained.

The Imperial Decree was rolled up by a gust of strong wind, gathered with Prince Qin’s letter.

[The world is vast, Lord, you may go as you please]

[The world is vast, take as you please]

Just a difference of one word, it was their parting in this life.

Prince Qin’s vision blurred and twisted, as if seeing the flames burning high into the sky, seeing scenes from the past, grave robbing, seeking wealth, the overlord, ultimately returning to that year under the big tree, that drunken event.

Insolent young Lord, desolate and weary Central State Red Emperor.

They met each other in that year’s Long Wind.

The blazing fire consumed everything.

That young man, seemingly just in his thirties, smiled warmly and said:

"I am Chang Wen, a disciple of the Academy, pleased to meet you, brother."

"Pharmacist..."

He raised his head, smiling amid the flames.

Then was consumed by fire.

"Claim the throne."